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[highhealplz]

Date & Time: Oct 8th, around midnight/1 AM
Location: halls/cafeteria!
Characters: Ashraf Salib and ???
Summary: ashraf looks like a bloody horror movie extra and desperately needs a shower. naturally, this is a great time to go for a stroll.
Warnings: blood and... remainders of gore? no actual gore unless something goes terribly wrong, dude's a healer.

[ A: Hallways ]
He's not moving too fast. It's slightly faster than a trudge, but a few paces below a stroll; both arms hang limply at his sides, with one of his hands clutching two golden, cross-tipped rods, and he watches the ground as he walks.

But more noticeable than the slumping posture or the slow steps, would probably be the way his beautiful, ornate robes look completely done for. They're soaked in blood, from a giant rip in the back suggesting a solid axing had happened somewhere around his spine, to a wash down from the neck, reminiscent of a cut throat. Blood mats his hair and has dried on his skin, but looking a little closer will show no visible wounds at all. The guy might look horrifying, but he's doing pretty okay for a victim of attempted manslaughter.

It's been a long night, man.


[ B: Cafeteria ]
One of his first destinations has been the cafeteria. It's late enough that it's emptied out, and he's free to slump at a seat at one of the tables and not worry about scaring anyone with his admittedly disturbing look. He'll take care of that... soon. Somehow. He hasn't worked out yet how he'll do it with just a 5 minute shower, but he'll work something out.

But for now: tea. He sips slowly as he stares at the far wall, willing himself to unwind. Exhaustion is just around the corner, if he can just do away with the dancing nerves of recent battle.

Comments

a!

[lexiconning]

[ It's safe to say Syllona is an insomniac. She's found herself out walking so often she's started up a pattern for which halls how many times for how long, adjusting when needed to avoid...people. Or, well, that was the usual plan. Funny how a run-in with a werewolf shapeshifter kinda throws off your groove.

When she turns a corner and sees so much blood all over this man she stops dead in her tracks, staring, looking more and more perplexed and nervous the longer she does.

What? ]


What-?

[highhealplz]

[ He looks up at the sound of a voice and blinks a few times, tiredly. A kid... and here he looks like some kind of nightmare. He slows a little, feeling guilty. ]

Hey... [ He offers a smile and a little wave. Not hurt, see? ] Nice night for a walk, huh?

[lexiconning]

[ She starts at his wave, maybe a little too spooked already for just running into him. It's possible he healed, sure, but the squinting look she gives him is clue enough she's far from reassured. ]

Was it the- the cat? [ She speaks low, almost conspiratorial. ]

[highhealplz]

[ He blinks, a wave of confusion washing over his face. That's not the question he expected. ]

Was... what the cat?

[lexiconning]

You, you... [ She gestures to all of him, hand bobbing up and down. ]

Did she?

[highhealplz]

Sorry, I, uh... don't understand the question.

[ what is going on here?? ]

[lexiconning]

[ The hand moves to her face, rubbing her eyes like maybe she's wondering if they're working right. Okay, okay, try something new! Deep breath. ]

You're covered in blood, and-and stab holes all over your clothes!

[highhealplz]

Oh. Yeah. [ He looks down at himself like he's seeing it for the first time, then shrugs apologetically. ]

It wasn't a cat, though.

[lexiconning]

I don't know if you can call it a- [ She shakes her head, trialing off and giving a cautious step forward. ]

Whatever. You make someone mad?

[highhealplz]

[ well ok then, strange nervous child. Ashraf shrugs that off easily. ]

Oh, no. It was just training.

[ That's an easier answer than explaining a death knight's blood frenzy, anyway. ]